7 Minutes in Room 201

Introduction

Ring ring!

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, it’s me,” I said.

“Hi!”

“Hey. You want to meet me at the motel a block away from that Starbucks we always go to?” then I added hastily, “In room 201”

“Okay,” he replied. I could just see the smirk on his face.

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Exactly 16 minutes after that call, I met him in Room 201. 7 minutes after that went to the bathroom and wiped the blood from my hands, lovingly watching the open wounded body twitching unnaturally on the ground. Soon the body stayed still. My boyfriend’s body, but now, my ex.